Meadow Wind Sitting on a low, broad stone today, looking at a hodgepodge of a stone wall and, beyond that, meadow, I am taken back to the solace of a childhood meadow in Vermont. My brother, sister, and I crossed a similar wall to get to it. So little was I that I was engulfed […]

Late April still feels empty here in the Dorothy Goodwin Reserve. We are poised on the cusp of spring, tree buds just beginning to pop. No migrant birds have yet arrived to fill the woods with warbler song. (I like these colorful yearly migrants: keep the border open.) Just one Red-bellied Woodpecker follows me, bagpiping […]

Hilltop view of Orion’s Belt by David Silsbee By Charlotte Pyle I went out the other night to look at the stars.  The view of the night sky is fairly obstructed by trees at my house, but fitting perfectly between two pine trees, there was a familiar constellation of the Winter sky.   The ancient Greeks […]